Santa Muerte

Our Lady of the shadows
Holy Mother of the bone
Mistress of the gallows
Keeper of our final home

Our companion on that final road,
a guide through unknown lands
Reclaiming that which was borrowed
against the falling of the sands 

A face unseen yet known to all,

a comforting maternal
A midwife through the hardest birth,
from the fleeting to the eternal

Kings and beggars side by side,
with the flesh lay power and gold
Those things for which we stressed and strived
will have lost all of their hold

Let tears fall for those who remain,
beating hearts are all that mourn
For the dead no longer feel the pain
with which the living are torn

In a life’s fading December
the ties that bind we find are rotten
And in your arms I will remember,
and in the last breath be forgotten

Reviews

[Rob Santana]

Well written.

[anartao]

Cheers brother !

[Katrina Saaresto]

Man, this is amazing! This has turned into one of my FAVORITE poems! What you speak of death is very true and the position you give her is well demonstrated in your words. I gotta tell you, this is a wonderful read! Thanks for sharing this with all of us :)

[anartao]

Thanks for the review, i'm really happy that you enjoyed it ! Its the experience of sharing a piece of writing that gives it life, not just the words on a page.

[Katrina Saaresto]

I must agree with you :)